If the guard’s murdered
In his cottage
Well they will
also search the roof
where they won’t find
what they seek
but they will obtain proof
they will see where
I’ve crossed the line
from the windows and the terrace
I’ve reached for that same thing
I’ve wanted to escape unauthorized
to the road less traveled
I have a motive hiding behind
a body of lies
From the roofs the leaps that life takes
Are momentary on the ground
But what is carcass to vultures
Swooped down like a mountain wind
before closing eyes to die
The spent debris from my spaceships
Scattered all over my city
And my grave is in the skies
My end unseen
Profundity sounds too much like a scientific term. The propensity of objects to replicate within any physical boundaries the inner working of the universe at a rate that changes in constant proportion to the lubrication in any given system that the object is a part of at the given moment and is inversely proportional to the square of the measure of friction in the mechanism with the grand deviation seemingly obeying the gini coefficient markers of 0 and 1 where 0 is deep profundity and 1 abundant profundity.
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